by Jamie Knight
Three rugged men from the local bar had been watching me as I turned into the alleyway and they had decided to try to have their way with me. They pinned me down and one of them licked his lips sadistically, and the other two tied my arms up with pieces of my dress that they had ripped off.
I was in agony and had no other thoughts in my head.
God, I know I am not worthy of your help. But please do not let my innocence be taken by these vile men. Please…
I did not get to finish my prayer.
A loud thud and cracking of bones shot through the air and all I could see were the three men lying in misery, as the one man I could always depend on came to my rescue. My father, the former boxer.
He had followed my path on his way home and had taken to notice my change in direction. His parental senses had sniffed out trouble, and he dealt with it accordingly.
The sheriff was actually not surprised at the action my dad took. It’s because of that incident that my reputation as a “no-fly zone” for boys soared. The only remnant I have of that day as my dad carried me high in his arms, was that black blazer. I took my mom’s advice and put it on anyway.
A chirp from outside my old yellow-framed window brought me back to reality, and I turned my head to see a dove.
That’s rare, I thought.
It’s good luck though, I reassured myself, with a smile.
I got dressed and checked myself in the mirror. Satisfied that I looked like a good combination of both professional and sexy, I cooed at myself in the glass. My clothes hugged my curves.
I now felt like an experienced goddess, ever since Alexander had plucked my cherry. My looks were just enough to take any cock to the depths of eternal sin.
My pussy quivered and pulsed, but I only smiled. Soon I would see Alexander again.
“May God be with you, child,” smiled my dad, as I walked up him to wish him a good day, while he was sitting at the kitchen table.
He was chewing on his breakfast of cereal and black tea.
“Before you go, want some tea?” he joked.
He knew I hated that stuff. It was too strong for my sinuses.
“No, thanks, Dad. Maybe I can bring you some pizza on my way home from work.”
I knew that would take the smirk off his face, and it did. My dad was the last person you would ever find partaking in pizza. He was a health freak and abhorred the culture, even if my mom loved that shit.
Andrew was still asleep.
Thank God. I didn’t need his annoying antics as a distraction before leaving for my very first day of working for Alexander.
“Bye, guys. Wish me luck and pray for me.”
I waved as I left the house in quick yet graceful strides.
I had ten minutes to go, and the office was a five minute bus ride from home. I would walk the rest of the way.
See you soon, Alexander.
Chapter Nine
Valeria
This building is fucking huge, I thought, as I walked up to the front doors of the FGC building in downtown L.A.
The guards at the front desk provided enough security to make anyone feel assured of their safety.
One of them, a hairy, older man, leered at me sexually as he waved the metal detector all around my body. I felt slightly vulnerable as he eyed and paused at my big boobs and slowly looked towards my ass.
He had a thirst that scared me, and I reminded myself that wolves could be anywhere, even a fat one like this guy.
“Place your purse here. Take off all metal jewelry on your body, and if you have any piercings or metal augmentations, do state so before walking in,” the other bored looking but seemingly highly trained guard droned.
I was not expecting to get the third degree just to come through the entrance of the building.
“I have no piercings,” I responded, shifting nervously at the huge machine with a glass wall all round it.
Only one person could fit in there at a time with arms outstretched.
“Step right in, Miss,” he drawled, carelessly walking towards his seat behind the monitor, but in the set of his eye I saw a calculating man.
He reminded me a little of my dad.
The creepy one kept silent, eyeing me as I strutted in a fast pace towards the machine. The doors closed and a voice crackled through the intercom.
“Arms outstretched, please. There’s nothing to fear, lady,” the seated one added, clearly seeing my nervousness.
A whoosh of cold air swooped all around me, and a buzzing noise entailed. A soft beep toned after a few seconds.
“You may step outside, miss. You’re alright to go in,” the creepy one stated.
“Say, are you gonna be around much?” he asked next, with a comfortable lean on the desk.
“Maybe. I’m not so sure,” I replied carefully.
These men were clearly up to something that did not bode well with my gut, and my gut never lied.
“Alrighty then, missy. I’ll see you when you leave,” the creepy one winked.
I briskly walked away from them and got to the reception area.
“Hi. I’m looking for Mr. Foster’s office, please,” I inquired to the lady behind the desk, who was on the phone and looking clearly upset that I had interrupted her call.
She mouthed the words “top floor” with a thumb up, and went about her business.
As I walked to the elevator, I couldn’t help but wonder why Alexander had those two huge security guards at the front doors to his main office.
Top floor, I muttered to myself.
The elevator had shiny buttons. It all looked too new.
Alexander clearly never left any expense unspent when it came to his business. The rush that comes to one while in the elevator was replaced by a sick feeling, and not for the inertia, but for what would happen in the meeting with the man who fucked me raw the day before.
I double checked myself in the mirror and smiled.
I look good… too good to be committing a sin. Oh Lord, forgive my thoughts. I’m just a young girl with yearning in her heart… you mustn’t punish me…
Ding!
The elevator came to a slow halt, and the majestic grey doors with brown wooden finishing emblazoned with the AF insignia opened, bringing me full on to the entire floor dedicated to Alexander’s office.
A green pair of eyes belonging to one of the most red-haired, middle aged women I had ever seen scanned me from afar, and all I could do was to walk straight toward her with zero fear. Public speaking at school and church made this a walk in the park.
“Do you have an appointment?” cooed the attractive secretary at the front desk.
She had the kind of smile that could only be found in random 4 a.m. toothpaste commercials. She was tall and had the fragrance of buttermilk and strawberries.
“I… um… yes. I believe I do. Mr. Foster confirmed it with my parents last night,” I spat out.
I was definitely sure that came out wrong, for she raised an eyebrow at me at the last part of my statement.
Did she think I was some child who needed to have all appointments arranged through my parents?
Great.
“I mean, he called my father to confirm it… I didn’t mean to imply…” I started, when she cut me off.
“Don’t worry, young lady, I understand what you meant.”
She smiled understandingly, with a motherly tone that I had not expected.
“Let me inform him that you are in,” she assured, while pointing me towards the waiting lounge.
She picked up the office phone and spoke silently to the man on the other line. Alexander was feared and respected, it seemed.
The way the otherwise very composed and professional-sounding secretary rasped nervously through the phone spoke volumes about how he ran his business.
Placing the phone down, she looked in my direction and smiled.
“Mr. Foster will see you now.”
Chapter Ten
Alexander
My secretary called me, informing me of a young lady who wanted to see me. I could feel the jealousy vibrating in her voice, and I smiled, knowing how badly Nancy had wanted me. But I was a man of control, and never mixed business with pleasure, to the approval of the two husbands she had previously divorced in the tenure she had been working for me.
Now that Valeria was in my life, Nancy had no chance at all.
It was true that I was breaking my normal rule about not mixing business and pleasure for Valeria. But I couldn’t help it. I wanted her near me all the time. She made me want to do crazy things.
I was good at masking my own nervousness, with years of practice. But when I cracked the door open and saw my beautiful girl standing there before me, all the words I had mustered to spew out vanished and left me dumb.
“May I come in, Sir?” Valeria politely asked.
Man, this girl.
She had me twisted up with desire.
Finally, my lips unsealed themselves and my breath followed after.
“Yes, please,” I wolfed out.
Looking towards the front desk, I added, “Nancy, kindly push my appointments back by an hour.”
“But, Sir, the investors…” she started, clear disapproval resonating in her voice.
“That will be all,” I eyed her with authority.
“Yes, Sir,” she answered, albeit defiantly.
As I closed the door behind us, a voice that sent shivers down my spine whispered, “You just had to see me again, didn’t you?”
I turned my neck just to feast my eyes on this feisty beauty. Valeria had a way with words, or perhaps it was just how she said them.
She looked immaculate, in a violet dress with a deep black jacket that ended just where her curves began. Her blonde hair fell back on her shoulders and she had a light touch of mascara, leading up to her beautiful eyes.
She stood defiantly, with her heels grasping her feet in ways I wanted my tongue to, and her calves curved all the way smoothly to the edge of her knees, where her violet seduction began. She was absolutely fucking gorgeous.
“Did you just say that out loud?” I asked her, trying to stay composed and in charge, which was my normal state of being, except for when she unraveled me like this.
Valeria laughed.
“I did, Mr. Foster. You, on the other hand, look like a young boy at pre-school staring at his crush,” she said, walking towards my mahogany desk at the center of my office.
“Oh, please, do sit down, Valeria.”
I recomposed myself and pointed to the chair in front of my desk.
Control yourself, motherfucker! Control!
“Well, it is really something else to have you at church, but at my desk? Wishes do come true, it seems,” I exuded coolly.
“Ha-ha. Well, Mr. Foster. You gave me a job offer and I couldn’t refuse. Perhaps along the way something might happen.”
She shifted easily in her chair.
“Aah, yes. The job. I just wanted an excuse to see you every day. You can’t blame an old man for that, can you?”
I winked, tapping at my desk with precision.
“I am never calling you old, Alexander. You move too agile for a man your age,” she whispered, biting her lower lip.
“It’s good to know I didn’t disappoint,” I hungrily growled, sitting on my desk and edging closer to her chair.
Valeria leaned closer to the desk too, with a blaze in her eyes and a pulse in her neck. She stood, then crawled onto my desk, slowly, like a tigress, ready to pounce and take her prey as she willed it.
My cock sprang up and it hurt just seeing her come at me with that burning hunger. I stood up and went closer to her face, edging in while she licked her lips.
She crawled slowly, and I closed my eyes as our lips met.
She tasted so beautiful and delicious, like cinnamon and sugar. I grabbed her by the face and caressed her ears and cheeks, as she played with my lips, urging them with her tongue to open and let her in to play.
I could only caress her so tenderly before I ravaged her right there and then.
I grabbed her by the ass and squeezed it. Her moan went right through her lips to my core and my dick wanted to plunge itself into her and get wet.
Just as I knew she wanted more, my office intercom went on.
“Sir? The investors are here to see you. Shall I let them in?”
Nancy could be such a cruel secretary.
“Give me five minutes to finish up with our new employee. She has a lot of paperwork to sign,” I gruffly answered.
Nancy clicked off.
“New employee, huh? Already? What am I to do? Suck your dick and make you happy?” Valeria said, looking at me innocently as I helped her down off the desk and fixed her dress up for her.
“Make me happy, just that,” I trailed.
I fixed my own jacket and collar and walked Valeria to the door.
With a quick peck on my cheek, she smiled and whispered into my ear, “Fun days ahead, Alexander. Thank you for this.”
I opened the door to find Mr. Goodright waiting with his lawyers in the lounge. With the best professional smile that I could muster, I welcomed them into my office, then turned back to my secretary.
“Nancy, Valeria here is your new assistant. Show her the ropes and give her an understanding of how things are run here. I expect nothing less than professional from you, understood?”
With a look of understanding, Nancy nodded as I closed the door to deal with the wolves waiting inside.
After shutting the door, I took a second to assess the room. The three men inside had come with agendas of their own, and most probably wanted a slice of my tech company in the eventual reality of things.
I had grown accustomed to reading people fast, and I knew how this would end — with me rejecting their offer for a merger.
I spun around and snapped my fingers together, and to the visitor’s eyes it would have seemed an amazing command to automatically open the whisky cabinet that was tucked away behind a wall.
To Jonathan and myself, it was an improvised way to get Truman activated on a low-key function. Walking towards the fully stocked minibar, I smiled at Mr. Goodright and his lawyers, who had taken comfort in my seats.
“Gentlemen, I know it’s slightly early for a Monday morning, to be drinking whiskey. But what do you say to breaking some of those bullshit societal rules and relaxing a little?” I suggested, while taking my 1967 single malt liquor bottle out of its place in my cabinet and pouring it into three glasses.
They looked at each other. I could feel a mocking streak running through them, blended with fear.
It was just how I liked my enemies.
Shaken, not stirred.
Not yet, anyway.
“Mr. Foster, I believe we’ll have to take a rain check on that drink,” confirmed one of the lawyers.
He seemed straight out of college — smooth chin with a suit that appeared to be tailored and a sense of arrogance in his aura.
I stopped pouring the drinks and looked at them. They shifted uneasily in their seats, and I enjoyed the feeling of power I had over them in there, in my domain.
My stare had an effect on most people. Having a rich man of power stare you down almost always made the other party look away.
As they did, I used the chance to slip an earpiece into my left ear and put on my specially made glasses. The moment my skin made contact with the glasses, they came to life and Truman’s “Hello, Sir,” message appeared before my eyes on the lens.
“Alright, then, gentlemen. Down to business.”
I changed my tone particularly for that instance, and we got to it.
As soon as I sat down, the boring meeting began. The two lawyers displayed to me facts and figures and paperwork that was just fine print and made zero sense. I skillfully tapped the frame on my right eye, and a text box appeared on my lens.
I started typing with my eyes a set of commands that would enable me to virtually escap
e this bashing. I was an astute businessman, but Mr. Goodright had no business acumen, and was a bore when it came to facts and crunching numbers.
“Out_cam_live,” I typed.
Truman responded immediately with images of what was going on outside my office doors. Nancy and Valeria seemed to be having a spat, but I was sure it was nothing that would spin out of control.
Valeria was truly beautiful when incensed. I could not hear what the two ladies were talking about, although it seemed to agitate Valeria a lot.
Before I could type in the command to turn up the volume, she had walked away towards the bathroom.
Before it is imagined that I regularly spy on my employees, let me just point out the fact that I am one of the most successful tech moguls in the world. Keeping a tight leash on everyone while they were at work was of utmost importance to ensure that company secrets were not spilled.
Truman came in handy towards that goal, and we only monitored the activities of my employees through him while everyone was at work.
“…and so, the market rates are capped to over 12% with these new strategies after our merger is complete,” droned the young man to Mr. Goodright’s left.
They clearly wanted my opinion on the matter they had been going on about. I had not bothered to listen to them as I had read the file on their terms last night, and frankly I knew that they were only interested in my company for their profit. I was just going to blow them off.
Smiling, I replied, “It would be best if I brought all your findings to the board for review. My secretary shall be in touch with you shortly. However, before then, I would advise treading with caution on such matters, Mark.”
I regarded Mr. Goodright as I spoke.
“Things like this get spun out of control very fast. Gossip spreads. Take some time off to think it through, okay? Make sure this is your best offer.”
When I had called him out, he jumped a little.
I chuckled.
He stood up.
“Well, Alexander. It was nice to have a sit down with you. It’s quite unfortunate to miss out on that drink, but I was not raised an alcoholic,” he added, with some spice.
Aah, so this was how he wanted it to flow.
